Bike ride and thoughts.

This evening I rode my bike over to west campus and drew my shadow as I rode, then I chased interesting birds around the parking lot, then I went in the Rec Center and drew people sitting down or waiting in line at the climbing wall. Then I rode my bike around and prayed, which was nice. I ended up riding around the golf course just after the sun set. It was odd, because I had never been there, and it was dark, so it felt like I was somewhere else, not at A&M, merely because of unfamiliarity. But it was a great prayer bike ride, I'll probably ride there again.

As I was riding home, the words of a familiar song came to me, and they were foreign because they were so familiar. They meant Christmas, and Caroling, and Christmas Lights, and Christmas trees, and winter. But oddly enough they did not mean to me what they said. How odd that is. They are profound words, and I want to hear them anew and tell them anew:

Joy to the world, the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And Heaven and nature sing
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.

Joy to the earth, the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.

No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as, the curse is found.

He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders, of His love